Welcome.
We are VERY EXCITED.
We have quite a bit of ground to cover in this first post so let’s get started.
WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH THE ROOKIE BLOG?
Glad you asked.It might be a long time — maybe never — before webcomics rival the biggest offline comics in terms of readers and reach. But one thing we have them beat on, hand’s down, is the ability to interact with the readers — almost real time.
Addictive Comics plans to take full advantage of this!
That’s the main reason we have created this blog — and similar blogs for each of our comics. At first we envisioned having a comment area below the artwork on the actual comic pages. But experiments with this proved that it was far too limiting for what we wanted to do.
We want, encourage and NEED the readers to comment on anything and everything.
And the Wide-Open nature of a Blog is PERFECT for this.
IS THAT ALL – JUST COMMENTS?
Heck no! Although comments from you ARE the MOST important part of every blog, we also love the blog as a place to present some of our other work and air some of our thoughts. Expect to see extra artwork and writing by the creators, more of our thoughts on the pages and much more.
ONE LAST IMPORTANT NOTE
The comics are on a Page-a-Week Schedule (for many reasons), but we have no such constraints on the blog. We plan to post more frequently — whenever the mood hits us.
Possibly daily.
We’ll always start a new post for each new Comic Page but there may be several posts between them.Plus the comments are always available and we hope that you will use them frequently. So be sure to hit The Rookie Blog often between Tuesdays (the update day for The Rookie Comic) to check out what’s new and to read the comments left by other readers.
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Before we get to your comments — here are a couple of added bonuses for you from The Rookie Creators, Scott and Mark – Up first is a small introduction to The Rookie novel which never made it onto the podcast. It gives a bit more insight into the mind of Quintin Barnes – and is worth a look.
Some of you may have seem this on the “leaked” sample pages Scott and Mark were using to experiment with the webcomic idea — but for most of you this will be brand new.
SOCIAL LIFE? HE HAS NO FRIENDS AT ALL? NO ONE TO SAY GOODBYE TO? NO ONE TO MISS WHEN HE’S GONE, TO FEEL HOMESICK FOR?
Chapter One: The Game
Teammates walked around the locker room, sat on the bench next to him, all preparing for the game. Muscular men in their physical prime, their bodies covered with religious tattoos, their eyes wide with and nostrils flaring from subdued pre-game thoughts.
He didn’t see them.
They talked strategy. Talked about what they needed to do on the field, who they wanted to smash, who they wanted to shut down. Low conversations and barking boasts, alpha-male sounds droning through the room like audible adrenaline.
He didn’t hear them.
A silent holocast played in the center of the locker room: the Purist Nation Army Devout squaring off against the Stewart’s Landing Chosen. The translucent image sparkled colorful and vibrant as a red-clad Devout free safety blitzed and sacked the orange-jersied Chosen quarterback.
He didn’t even know the game was on.
His vision, his entire world, narrowed down to one small patch of mud-stained floor. On that patch, he laid his jersey. The block number “10” was a slash of silver-grey against the jersey’s black Kevlar-bead fabric.
He then laid the leg armor, flexible black fabric covered with thick silver-grey alloy plates, curved to match the contours of his hips and his muscular thighs. The jersey’s bottom touched the top edge of the leg armor, as if someone fully dressed had lain down, then vanished, leaving only the clothes behind.
He saw himself in that uniform, on the field, destroying the enemy, crushing their will, turning their carefully planed strategy into frustration and shame. He set one shoe down in front of each leg. Half-inch long mud cleats jutted from the bottom in orderly rows, the teeth that would eat up the field already gnawed with a season’s worth of games.
The Corsairs. His enemy, who the hell were they? Who were they, to think that they could stop him?
He put a sock in each shoe.
They would get theirs, oh yes they would, the fucking Corsairs would get theirs.
Finally he picked up the helmet. Silver-grey, with a black stripe down the middle and a black anti-shock facemask. He looked into the empty shell for a moment, then set it gently down atop the jersey, completing the vanished-man’s uniform.
Neat.
Orderly.
He rolled his shoulders a few times. Joints cracked and popped, loosening up. He shook his head. BLINK … the locker room seemed to reappear around him. He heard his teammates, saw them preparing, some of them with their own little pre-game rituals that were just as strange as his.
He began to dress, starting with the socks – always the socks first – and felt the controlled anger and biting anticipation swelling inside his soul.
It was Sunday.
Game day.
His day.
Pretty cool, huh?
And here’s something else that’s pretty cool that all you Sigler fans may enjoy from The Rookie artist, Mark Hester –
Again a few of you may have seen this already — but we wanted everyone to have the chance……and to know — THEY’RE COMING!
——————————————————That’s all for now. We open the first comment area for your comments on –
- The first five pages of The Rookie Comic
- The Rookie Blog
- Quentin, Stedmar and the Quyth
- Mark’s Artwork
- Scott’s Story
- Addictive Comics
- ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT
Thank you for joining us and PLEASE participate,
Scott, Mark the whole Addictive Comics Gang
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